The CEO of Stardream Group turned out to be a young British man, barely in his early thirties. He had the quintessential English look—fair skin, blond hair, and blue eyes. Everything about him exuded politeness and the mannerisms of a classic English gentleman. "Hello, Miss Carter. Welcome to Stardream," he greeted with a smile, his voice warm and professional. Emily returned his smile with grace. "It’s an honor to be here." “Haha, I saw you on the live broadcast during the Pritzker Prize ceremony, and now meeting you in person... You really are the quintessential beauty.” Emily smiled politely. "You’re a true British gentleman." "Charming," the man laughed. "Let me introduce myself properly. I’m Adam, the current CEO of Stardream. I recently took over the company and am eager to build my leadership team. I admire your expertise, and I’d like to offer you the position of Director of Design. I believe my HR director already discussed the salary and benefits with you over the phone, but if there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m willing to be flexible." Emily couldn’t help but marvel at how her Pritzker Prize win had such far-reaching effects. Companies were lining up to offer her top-tier positions and even allowing her to set her own terms . Though, admittedly, some offers had been less pure in motivation. Nevertheless, the validation of her professional skills filled her with excitement. Being appreciated for her work was a joy. “I’m satisfied with the salary and benefits,” Emily said thoughtfully, “but there’s one thing…” “Please, go ahead,” Adam said instantly. “No need to hold back.” Emily smiled brightly. “I’d like a bit more time off. I have an elder in American, and I’d like to return every year to spend holidays with him.” Adam tapped his forehead. “Ah, right! Of course, it’s a time for family reunions. Well, how about this—the company will provide housing for you here, and you can invite your family to stay with you in the UK. Would that work?” Emily felt a bit awkward. “Thank you for the offer, but my uncle is older, and he’s not quite used to food here.” “I see…” Adam wasn’t deterred. He made a quick decision. “Alright, no problem. How about I add an extra 15 days of paid leave every year as long as your work is completed? That way, you can return to your hometown and be with your family. We’re at a critical juncture here at Stardream, and I want you by my side as we push the company to new heights.” Emily nodded gratefully. “I’ll do my best.” “So, it’s a deal?” “Yes.” "Excellent! I’ll have legal and HR come over to finalize the contract." Before long, a contract was laid out in front of her. The HR director smiled warmly as he explained, "Miss Carter, I’ve added the extra 15 days of paid leave as you requested. Please review the rest of the contract. If you need any changes, feel free to let me know." “No need, I trust your sincerity.” With that, Emily quickly signed her name on the dotted lines, not wanting to nitpick when Stardream had been so accommodating. Once the contract was signed, she was taken through the onboarding process: badge creation, uniform fitting, and other administrative tasks, which kept her busy until the end of the workday. As she was wrapping up, Adam checked in with her. “Miss Carter, have you found a place to stay here in the UK?” Emily shook her head. “I’m still looking.” “We offer single-occupancy dormitories for employees. The conditions aren’t luxurious, but you’re welcome to stay there while you look for more permanent housing.” The offer was generous, and combined with the company’s welcoming environment, Emily felt content with her first job in the UK. That very evening, she applied for the dormitory and moved in. The next day, she integrated into Stardream’s team, making a swift and positive impression. She was professional, personable, and her unique allure quickly made her a topic of conversation around the office. While grabbing a coffee during lunch, she overheard some colleagues chatting as they passed by the break room. “…Have you seen Miranda? She’s stunning, like every fantasy I’ve ever had about woman!” “Correction, she’s every fantasy I’ve ever had about women, period.”“Are you going to try to ask her out?” “I’ve heard she prefered more reserved men. Maybe I shouldn’t chase her outright but subtly show off my charm?” “Hahaha, charm? You? No offense, but I don’t think you’ve got any.” “Hey, I’ve got the best muscle definition in this whole company!” “Sorry, buddy. I don’t think she is into massive muscles.” “Dammit! Can someone please tell me what kind of men she likes?” “I suggest you ask Miranda herself… assuming you don’t offend her in the process.” Smiling to herself, Emily carried her coffee back to her desk. Stardream had a strict dress code, and all the female employees wore white blouses, gray A-line skirts, black stockings, and black heels. It was a simple and somewhat rigid look, but Emily didn’t mind. The uniform gave off a professional vibe, even with the black stockings—nothing about the outfit was suggestive. Just as she sat down, her phone rang. “Hello?” Jackson’s lazy voice came through the line. “Miranda, everyone else has already gone downstairs for lunch. Why are you still at your desk?” Emily was startled. “You’re in the UK?” “Heh, you really don’t pay attention, do you? I’ve been waiting downstairs at Stardream for almost an hour now.” “Sorry, I’ll be right down.” Stardream gave employees a generous two-and-a-half-hour lunch break, and Adam had also told Emily she could take it easy as long as her work was done. She wasn’t held to the same time constraints as others. It was early January, and the weather in the UK had turned freezing. Jackson, dressed in a thick black down jacket, stood outside the building, his tall frame making him easy to spot. Emily jogged over and tapped him on the shoulder. “Jackson.” He turned, eyeing her in her work uniform. With a smirk, he commented, “Whoever tailored that uniform deserves a raise. They nailed the fit perfectly.” Emily rolled her eyes. “It’s just standard sizing. I wear an M.” “Yeah, but how come no one else looks this good in it?” Jackson circled her, admiringly. “You’ve got it all—perfect curves. Honestly, Emily, you make this boring uniform look stunning.”